beechnut1969
Messages She’ll Never Read
The night moved like a song only one of them could hear.
One danced, wild and weightless, as if the concrete were a stage and the streetlights her spotlight.
The other sat still, thumb scrolling, eyes fixed on a world held behind glass.
There was rhythm in the distance between them.
Laughter that might have been shared.
A bottle left sweating on stone.
A friendship paused—briefly, wordlessly—while the city shimmered behind them.
Cologne after dark. When motion and stillness make their quiet claims.
Messages She’ll Never Read
The night moved like a song only one of them could hear.
One danced, wild and weightless, as if the concrete were a stage and the streetlights her spotlight.
The other sat still, thumb scrolling, eyes fixed on a world held behind glass.
There was rhythm in the distance between them.
Laughter that might have been shared.
A bottle left sweating on stone.
A friendship paused—briefly, wordlessly—while the city shimmered behind them.
Cologne after dark. When motion and stillness make their quiet claims.